Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Japan,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Swans,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.